The engine hummed, tires humming against the asphalt, and I was still burning.
"You can relax," Daniel murmured, voice low, dangerous. His hand slid over my thigh, slow, teasing, fingers grazing the slick patch still clinging to me. "No rush to dress yet. God, I want you like this .. messy, bare, twitching for me."
I swallowed hard, heat pooling faster than my heart. "You mean, like… shameless me?" I teased, voice shaky, reckless.
He smirked, dark and dangerous. "Shameless? Baby, you don't even know the half of it. I want all of you, and I want to see how much you'll let me take. You already taste like heaven."
My thighs twitched against his hand, slick and needy. "You're insane," I whispered, biting my lip. "But… I like it."
"Like it?" His laugh was low, vibrating through the seat. "You love it. You're soaked for me, trembling, and you're still trying to act like you're not mine. You can't hide it, baby. I feel it in every muscle, every shiver."
My fingers itched to grab him, pull him closer, to feel him press against me. "I… I don't even care who sees," I admitted shamelessly. "I just… want you."
His hand traced higher, brushing right at the edge, teasing circles, never touching where I ached most. "You're lucky this seat is leather, baby. Otherwise, I'd have you wrestling me into the backseat by now. Actually…" His grin spread wickedly. "Might still do it."
I laughed breathlessly, leaning against him. "Wrestle me?"
"Oh, you'd beg for it," he said, eyes dark. "I'd pin you down, hold you so tight you couldn't move, whisper in your ear every way I want to ruin you. You think you can handle that?"
"Try me," I shot back, shameless and reckless. My legs spread a little more, daring him, slick heat still clinging to the leather. "I'm not scared."
He growled low, leaning closer, voice rough and raw. "Not scared? Baby, I can hear how wet you are. I can feel you trembling under my hand. And you're talking like you can handle me? You'd be begging before I even moved."
"Maybe I want to beg," I whispered, bold now, shameless. "Maybe I want you to wrestle me, pin me down, make me scream. Tell me exactly what you'd do."
"Oh, you asked for it," he said, tone sultry, commanding. "I'd start with you on your back, hips pressed to mine. Tilt you, ride that wetness like it's mine, and slowly push you to the edge. Then, baby, I'd flip you, legs over my shoulders, tilt you again… hear you moan my name while I control every inch, every thrust. And then—then, I'd pin you to me, hold you like I'm the only thing keeping you from falling apart."
I shivered violently, fingers digging into the seat, thighs twitching, leaking, desperate. "Daniel… oh god… I want it… I want all of it."
He laughed low, teasing, brushing a stray hair from my forehead. "Shameless little thing. You're wet, needy, shaking for me, and still talking back. I love it. I want you wrestling me in the front seat, moaning, begging while I whisper exactly what I'll do when we get home. Positions, angles, intensity…"
I whimpered shamelessly, sliding a little against him, daring him. "I want… every word, every move… I want to feel it all, here, now."
His hand danced higher, brushing, teasing, making my body twitch at every circle, every graze. "And you will, baby. Soon, I'm going to take you hard, slow, messy… every way you can imagine. But for now? You'll just let me talk, tease, and hear you melt for me. Hear yourself, hear how completely wrecked you are. And it's all mine."
I gasped, rocking against him, every inch of me alight. "Daniel… I'm… I can't…"
"Yes, you can," he murmured, lips brushing my ear. "Because I told you so. And because every fiber of you is mine right now. And baby, trust me… tonight, you won't forget a second of it."
I leaned into him shamelessly, trembling, soaking, wet and desperate, every word, every tease, every imagined thrust making me hotter. I was ruined, completely his ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.